TRAE & Z-RO - SOS lyrics

rate me

(Little Boy)

This a Nitti beat!

Please don't get out of line, I'll slap a nigga

Owe me money - better give me mine, I'll slap a nigga

And if you cross over that line, I'll slap a nigga

I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga

If you disrespectin my zone, I'll slap a nigga

If you right and I think you wrong, I'll slap a nigga

If a nigga speak out of his tone, I'll slap a nigga

I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga, I'll slap a nigga

We don't pop, lock, and drop it - we cock the glock to pop it

Go ballistic on (?)niggas and have e'm screamin stop it

Ain't got no patience so it's not a good ideal to get on my nerves

I'll fuck around and clip yo ass, and keep bangin yo face up against the curb

Homie let me give you a suggestion, gon'and let me make it

You might as well tighten up ya jaw, and gon'and let me break it

Wipe down, wipe down - I'm bout to wrap ya jack johnson right now

And if a woman run up on me wreckless and go to runnin her mouth

I'm a rear back and try to knock the bitch lipstick off

All I'm simply tryna do is just get my cash

But if you own a pair of lips you can kiss my ass

Tony Maroni when I catch you bitch you know what it is

Better ask Sam if I'm righteous I been a gangsta for years

But fuck him too cause he can get it just like you

And that's a fact run up on you and knock ya shadow off track...

I still fuck with the hoodrats, and then pop models

Get crunk off a superman and slap yo ass with a bottle

Go on crank it up, I'll make ya dance

Lean back and slap the swagga out ya whole stance

I'm a asshole nigga we don't talk about it

We go inside ya mouth and have ya front teeth walkin out it

My attitude shot to shit it ain't no doubt about it

Get out my business 'fore I beat ya ass the fuck up out it

Tell the DJ give me a sec, I'll wire the whole place up

Connect with a open hand and try to wire ya whole face up

Lock and load on ya jaw and try to fire that hoe's face up

Try to take out ya feelin, in everything from the waste up

I give a fuck if you don't like me

I got the whole hood tryna keep it gangsta like me

Now am I rollin? Yeah bitch I might be

Not on a pill but in my zone is where I might be

I'm in ya nieghborhood, I'm bendin down ya block

Why don't you and everybody on the cut, come close to the curb and stick ya face out

Ya'll ain't no men, ya'll some women and ya'll deserve a backhand

I wear one right hand at the club cause that's my favorite snap hand

You in the presence of a boss, I'm nothin less then a king

Slap you to sleep, turn around and slap yo ass straight out of ya dream

I graduated from Slap - A - Bitch University on the honor roll

Piss on the tree and mark my territory, now it's time to roll

Never been the one to run from drama, bitch I'm plexin instead

Slap you like I'm a slap a bitch, you ain't gon pay me my bread

You can call me Trae - Holiday I'm bout to put you to bed

With a couple of extra large hickies posted on top of ya head

Now everytime I come around - they say I'm comin to bang

I'm a swat yo ass to the left, like I was ready to swang

Ain't no use to givin it thought I'm a forever play it raw

Let me show you what these five fingers, said to the jaw